Golden Gardens (Only Chain Smoke at the Beach in January)
it’s been weeks since our last easy conversation the proper words in short supply and each “how you been” comes with too much hesitation since our whole deal has gone awry
i walked down 200 steps on my way to golden gardens felt the burning in my thighs and with each cigarette my unease became a burden so i spit it out into the tide
stay in my heart for just a little longer cuz i dont wanna let you go but it’s all up in flames and i’ve nothing left to offer gonna sit and watch the fire grow
sometimes dreams have to die to let new ones live sometimes dreams have to die to let new ones live sometimes dreams have to die to let new ones live don’t spend too much time lamenting them